"Just this," said Jack calmly. "Unless you drop that revolver this minute, I shall have to take it away from you."
He gazed at Davis steadily.
The latter's shifty eyes could not meet the steady gaze of the lad and he looked away, but kept Jack covered with his revolver.
"Oh, I guess not," he said.
"Oh, yes I shall," said Jack easily.
"Come," said Davis, pulling himself together and raising his revolver so it pointed between Jack's eyes. "Enough of this. Get back there now or I shall fire."
Instead, Jack took a step forward, still looking Davis squarely in the eyes.
"Put down that gun!" he commanded sharply.
His tone startled Davis, and for a brief moment he allowed the weapon to waver; and in that moment Jack leaped upon him.
Taken off his guard, Davis nevertheless still had time to raise the revolver and fire. Jack staggered back as he felt something like a red-hot iron pierce his right arm; and the member dropped limply to his side.